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About the GrumpyQueen

A.K.A Gatekeeper

I love food, don't deprive me of it.

I'm not Princess, I'm Queen

I can be quite grumpy and when I am, I hide here, my dungeon for reflections, ramblings and ranting.

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There's this mad fishball mee lady at my place. It's a new stall, was trying to get some food since I was starving.

I placed my order as usual and she took out 2 miserable fishballs and started cooking them. Then she went on to explain to me why did she do that, so that the fishballs won't get hard. Errm ok? Just give me my fishball mee and I am not interested in how you make them. After a long day, the very last thing I wanna do is make conversation with a stranger.

Or maybe she was just slightly guilty, maybe she caught me checking out her dirty stall. The pails used had disgusting black stuff at the side. She was probably trying to convince me that she's a good stall owner. The funny thing was that the certificate that certified her cleaniness was placed in a prominent spot. I kept looking at it thinking, 'if this is clean, what is not?' She must have thought I was from the ministry of environment or something, 'cos I kept glancing at the dirty utensils and the license.

Or maybe she knows how particular I am about fishballs. But I am not particular about how you cook it, I'm particular about it being handmade or factory made. I cannot stand the sight of those plump factory made fishballs. Can you imagine chuffing the whole thing into your mouth and feeling it fill your mouth? The fishballs that are factory made have no character so when I find one owner who handmakes his, I stick to him for a long time.

Attachments are fine, just that people think too much of me eh? I am a scatterbrain, please do not learn from me! I'm being irritated half to death I feel like biting someone! I'm like grinding my teeth imagining the person's flesh in between them. I'm mad. I should shut up.

*shuts up*

20.11.07 9:07 PM

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